Rain Drop on Skin during a Heatwave: Love

I turn delicate when I think of The angles that make you up. My life has been feeling like a brisk breeze against warm sun kissed skin as the potent star lays swiftly over the eyes. My skin and cheeks flushed with life. Odd in the sounds that you love. Perfect, in the ones that you play through the strings of your guitar. My heart beat out of my chest when you didn't ask me about my day, the way you always did.

Daily rhythms you send help diminish lack of certainty, and brings peace to my mind. I know, any resistance I hold is embedded in a seed floating within the inner most depths of my chest. I remembered to provide the seed with daylight and visions of the sky. In succession I began to open my mind to the idea of my heart being held.

Do you have the golden hands and heart that will get to hold mine?

I fear those are mistaken thoughts to ponder... more so, will I remain grounded like tree roots; unapologetically planted stern beneath the earth, with no where to twist or turn. Or will I fly into a Narnia and be hazed by snow, unable to see what truly lies in front of me.

Will I trust that if it isnt you, I am okay to leave. Will I trust that if it is you, I'm okay to stay.

Will I trust myself in having patience for the one who is meant to see my soul unveiled... when it can feel like an endless heatwave in the tropics, waiting for any sight of a grey clouded sky. Like a flower begun sweated underneath fire, praying for the first drops of rain. Will I be forbearing for my first drops of rain, that will remind my skin what it feels like to be wet.

I wonder because you didnt ask me about my day today, the way you always did.

"Cocoles water on a grey day"

Taken 09.08.23 15:14

This beach visit felt like walking inside of a movie. The waves created misty air on the shore. The wave sounds took over any other, loud and proud. The green palm trees created a soft earth blend against the ocean and sky. The crash of waves had never looked so white, contrasted to all of the grey, like white highlighter. Nice and bright. It was still humid and moist against the skin. I walked and cried at the sight of a girl with her two dogs running along the shore. Her mother watching all 3 with a smile. I walked past the dog paw prints on the sand, and remembered, all the beautiful things there are to capture while we are alive, like the feeling within this photo.